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-- WHERE THE WILD THINGS MAKE SENSE --
.thoughts && Speech.

between the sigh of the sea singing gently across the grains of sand and the tender croon of the wind bringing the chill of a damp night, would a voice enter his ears. turning his head from the darkened waters turning to light, gaze falling upon a child ... made of ice-cream? blinking at the odd sight laid out before him before another voice joined as a horned wolf showed himself. blinking at the sight of the newcomers to this location, tipping his head as his pain-filled brain tried to rationalize what was happening before him. then it clicked and a flicker of recognition passed through his eyes; this land was occupied and by a few different ... species. clearing his throat as he gazed at them, taking a bit longer to understand the question asked of him.

after a quiet while, he opened his jaws, "forgive my slowness. i'm ... i'm vinicius. call me vic.", pain labored his words, tired eyes staying on the older wolf, cautious of these two even though part of him knew that his song had likely drawn one or both in. "where am i? can i stay here for a little please?", this was the closest to the waters, this was the closest place to his children. what the siren didn't realize is that his voice kept its lulling lilt even as he spoke, sadness and wariness in his tone intermingled with deep exhaustion. blinking slowly at them, looking back out at the sea with narrowed eyes, "... i'm a wanderer for now. i need to stay close to the sea.", his body all but shuddered as he turned blue eyes on the inhabitants of this land and beach, debating on slipping from the rocky perch he had taken.

a kitten and a wolf, what a strange pair to be here, but he supposed he wasn't anymore different to them as they were to him, "i have family still out at sea. i need to look for and wait for them ...", his gaze lingered on the mint kitten, a look of sad longing there. how big would his children be when he met with them again? hopefully not bigger than they were when he'd been chased out. the other sirens wouldn't follow him here, there was no way for them to, or at least he prayed that there wasn't. long whiskers twitching, he sluggishly moved his aching body to slip down from the rocks, leaning against the cold hunk of minerals for support, "i'm sorry, i'm a bit banged up.", his voice was flat, full of irritation, he'd been too slow to avoid the returned blows from his spouse when he had tried to, well, kill him. the siren king was a bastard, and he was dragging war into an otherwise struggling kingdom, and he couldn't keep watch over the senseless violence.

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